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Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Big

Ansel took a bite of lamb. He savoured the salty burst of juices and smiled at the crackle of delicate bones between his teeth – the sound reminded him of happy days playing in human camps, amongst wooden huts.

He took another bite. It was these simple moments he enjoyed the most.

The third, final, bite. Some of his brothers would be done in two, but Ansel always saved the best for last. He popped the lamb’s head into his mouth. Mmm, the crack of the skull; the delicious, spongy brain meat.

I've learned so much about Ansel from this bit. I know he is ginormous, her is patient, he dances (and eats) at the beat of his own drum... great way of showing through action. And the sensual details, wow! I think I tasted some brains, and I definitely saw that bone-filled smile.